When My Spirit Came Home, He Was with Her

I clutched my five-month-old daughter in my arms and held my six-year-old son’s hand tightly as we stumbled desperately through the freezing snow.

Faster, faster. Don’t look back.

My son’s voice trembled as he cried out, “Mom, we’ve been running all night. Where are we going?”

Snapping out of my daze, I lifted my gaze toward the upscale residential area in the distance. My chest tightened with hope. “Don’t be afraid, sweetie. We’re going home to find Dad. Once we find him, we won’t have to be scared of anything.”